Why do I still
feel you in my bones?
Memories still fill my chest,
leaving butterflies in their wake
just as you once did.

I was in love with a wasteland
because it was once home to sunflowers.
My memories had become locusts
and left nothing to grow in their wake.
Little did I know that the sunflowers
did not stand a chance.

The young poet
I used to be would be sad
to learn that I do not
rhyme as much
as I used to.

Would you have done the
same if you had known how it
was going to end?

9:06 PM
1/2/23

To dig up the past,
is to raise the dead.
Let it rest,
for you will find
nothing but rot and death.
Do not relive the horrors
of a life now deceased.

This world
is under no obligation
to be less weird
than fiction.

Why is it that I
find beauty in everything
except for myself?

11:59 PM
31/1/23

You cannot teach
someone how to love you-
you can only find
someone who does.

Another year,
another chapter
in this book we call life.
Turn the page and
begin your story.

One day you said
your last goodbye
and we turned away.
We just disappeared
from each other's world
and that was that.

Solitude is not my enemy,
Solitude is more of a pet.
I call it over in times of need-
it comes to me, sits by my side
and makes for good company.
Sometimes solitude will bite
to remind me of just how lonely
the solitary life can be.
But thanks to solitude,
I see life for what it is.

I find myself peeking through
a window I had closed long ago.
All that remains is shadow and silence
of a life long left behind.
That place builds up dust now,
an empty room that I
once called home.

Every step you take,
every soul you cross,
each one leading you down
a different path with the
potential to change
your life forever.

To spend the
rest of your life with
someone who does not need you
but will love you
regardless.

Your birth is a
love letter to my soul.
Whether you are near or far,
your existence will forever
adorn this heart.

Have you ever danced
to the rhythm of the sunflowers?
The notes of the sun fall on our feet
as I sway with the petals
from dawn until dusk.

We remember most
of what we wish to forget-
a cruel brain indeed

2:08 PM
25/12/22

Soon you will be in my arms,
and I plan to wrap them
around you like a Christmas present.
I want to spend the oceans I crossed
to reach you to swim in your eyes
and get lost in your smile
as warm as a Vietnamese day.
Indeed, tomorrow will be
a beautiful day.

I will always find
reasons to love you
and that will be
the death of me

I now know that
I cannot live without love,
but love alone is not enough
to vanquish these demons.
They are not so easily repelled by love alone,
in fact they are not satisfied
by anything at all.
They feed on the darkness
and in this emptiness,
they make their home.

To write by your hand
is to write with your heartbeat
in your fingertips

5:52 PM
21/12/22

The night comes and
I find myself needing you more than usual.
The stars don't seem to shine
as bright without you
and the cold builds.

There are some people
who are better left in your
heart than in your life

7:38 PM
12/12/22

Dear diary;
Too often I subtract
myself from the world
only to realize that it would
not be much of a loss nor
would the world notice
such a loss.

Hope is killing me
yet hope is the only thing
keeping me alive

7:20 PM
10/12/22

There are demons behind these lips.
Kiss me and let them feel loved.

Time moves more slow when
I am waiting to see your
pretty face again

6:09 PM
1/12/22

Sometimes
you just have to
let the anger, the darkness,
the sadness and chaos go.
Sometimes
all you can do is
yield these feelings
to the past and try
to not look back.

Maybe I will never understand
how you took control this heart.
Was it sorcery or something sinister?
No, I suspect it had something to do with
the sweetness of your soul or
your beauty that leave
even the nymphs
in awe.

Maybe I will never understand
how you took control this heart.
Was it sorcery or something sinister?
No, I suspect it had something to do with
the sweetness of your soul or
your beauty that leave
even the nymphs
in awe.

I want to let go
of these feelings
I have held onto for far too long.
I want to let go
of these memories
like a child lets go of a balloon.

So full of dreams that
that it no longer hurts to pinch-
my dreams do come true

10:09 AM
27/11/22

How is it that red
flags can appear green to us?
Are we colorblind?

12:03 AM
22/11/22

Will I ever stop
carrying the weight of all
I have said and done?

11:59 PM
21/11/22

To the bride and groom;
may your love be eternal
as the moon itself.  

11:26 PM
20/11/22

Joy not just by name,
but my joy around the world,
the joy in my heart.

11:19 AM
20/11/22

Once someone breaks your heart,
it's hard to ever let your guard down.
A new person, a new heart-
one that does not beat so blissfully
as it did before the heartbreak.
We overanalyze their every word.
Are they lying or do they
really mean what they say?
Maybe they're hiding something
or maybe anxiety strikes again.
Maybe they will leave at any moment,
it wouldn't be the first time.
Indeed, we try to think outside the box
in hopes to avoid another heartbreak.
In doing so we lose a part of ourselves.

I adore you so much
that the joy you bring
makes a sun in my chest.
These tears of joy you bring
are as sweet as honey and
together with this sun,
they nurture the
garden of my soul.

Sometimes missing you
is like a soft and sweet bird song-
other times, a shriek of a harpy.

How I yearn for
your tender touch.
Your fingers are like the sun
the way they open up this body
like a sunflower awaking to sunlight.

Do not give up hope just yet,
you have still not met all of
the people who will love you.

You broke me even
though I was already in
a thousand pieces

3:47 PM
8/11/22

Of all the places
I don't belong, it is your
heart that feels like home

7:31 AM
1/11/22

Of all the places
I don't belong, it is your
heart that feels like home

7:31 AM
1/11/22

People can get quite
defensive when they don't know
what they claim to know

4:01 PM
31/10/22

We were
not made for this world.
We were made for
each other.

We were
not made for this world.
We were made for
each other.

We have nobody to blame
for these feelings but ourselves.
How we react depends on how
we interpret the situation.
Just remember that you are
your own source of emotion-
the keys to this ride
we call life
is yours.

That time between
Christmas and New Year
has always felt like purgatory
and we are just ghosts with
nowhere to go but haunt the time
until the new year is here.

Truth hurts, few people
want to hear it and many
feel attacked by it

3:31 PM
29/10/22